If I could look across the countryFrom California to New JerseyThen I would count the parks and lake resortsAnd number all the jets and airportsAll those rather dreary rain clouds still bother me'cause I look through the camera eyepiece and cannot seeIf I could open up my windowAnd see from Tampa Bay to JuneauThen I would survey all those open milesAnd line them up in single fileEverywhere I look I see green scenic sublimeAnd all those oceanic vistas are so divineIf I was standing on the balconyAnd you were walking down belowI'd feel rather depressed and out of placeAnd lonely just to watch you goIf you were swinging from the highway overpassWithin the western hemisphereI'd feel rather afraid and insincereIf you began to disappearIf I was walking through a sad art galleryAnd you were driving through the nightI'd feel rather alone and ill at easeBeneath the brilliant showroom lightIf I was flying on a plane above your townAnd you were gazing at the skySomehow I'd feel intact and reassuredIf you began to wave goodbye